I mentioned in my last post that I planned to write about the Day of the Dead ceremony that takes place in our town and in towns all over Mexico. It’s historically interesting, beautiful with tinges of morbidness and I find myself not wanting to write about it.
This is what happens with writing. You start off with a plan and then while you’re dreaming the words they move into a different sphere. I was thinking about the rituals involved with Día de Muertos and from this a scene for my novel came into focus. So off I went to write about it and now I’ve lost the impetus to write about hometown happenings.
Poco a poco my character’s tale is getting written and rewritten. In a masochistic way, I’m loving it.
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As in life and perhaps too, in writing, it is sometimes good to get off the freeway and take an exit and explore a side road or street that can change your thoughts or your points of view in hopefully positive ways but always allowing yourself to be able to get back on that same old freeway if that is your desire… Desire? Ah, now that is another topic all together.
I think we can accept that trade off, Chris! After all, we will eventually get to read what you wrote. I’m not writing about my first set of characters, I’m hoping if I just free write other characters this month, I can then go back and finish my first novel. I just have no discipline. None. Wait, this is about good, right? So, the good is words are flowing again for you and me, too.